Thursday, October 12th

Today we will continue working on our scenes.    You watch our Flipgrid videos. Then, you will give feedback and suggestions to your classmates.

Here is the Flipgrid

We will work on scenes.

IF time, we will be talking about metaphor and writing a poem with metaphors.



Here's one

Metaphor for a Family

My family lives inside a medicine chest: 
Dad is the super-size band aid, strong and powerful
but not always effective in a crisis.
Mom is the middle-size tweezer,
which picks and pokes and pinches.
David is the single small aspirin on the third shelf,
sometimes ignored.
Muffin, the sheep dog, is a round cotton ball, stained and dirty,
that pops off the shelf and bounces in my way as I open the door.
And I am the wood and glue which hold us all together with my love.

By: Belinda

And another (sorry it's sad)

Fifth of July

My family is an expired firecracker
set off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay
scattered in many directions.
My father is the wick, badly burnt
but still glowing softly.
My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down,
blowing this way and that, unsure where to land.
My sister is the fallen, colorful parachute,
lying in a tangled knot, unable to see the beauty she
holds.
My brother is the fresh, untouched powder that
was protected from the flame. And I,
I am the singed, outside papers, curled away
from everything, silently cursing
the blowtorch.

By: John